Mikhail Galin: "Victor's Cat Journey"

"Victor's travel on the Riga -Moscow -Moscow -Vladivostok route revealed 2 extra kg from the animal, 1 responsible employee of the airline and a bunch of beautiful people in my friends. But about everything in order," writes Kotovlet from Riga on his Facebook page.

"Having passed all the examinations at the Riga Airport, the cat and I sat on the plane in the direction of Riga - Moscow. On the take -off and landing of Victor, it was bad from the pressure difference, and I, in fact, consist of take -off and landing), covered his ears and wiped his saliva, which flowed with streams all over the cat, and did not understand the cat. What is happening and puzzled in the eye in search of an answer.

On Vetkontrol, a stamp was put in Viktor’s passport that the Motherland has officially accepted it, and we went to register for the Moscow -Vladivostok flight. The roulette of the line directed us to the most responsible employee of the airport, who, with a centimeter ribbon, crossed all the dimensions of the baggage (for the first time for my 300+ flights), several times placed each bag on the scales and reported that the cat would also be weighed.

Control weighing showed that the animal came back to the 10 kg in the interprectional for transportation in the cabin. Then the lady solemnly announced that the cat is poisoned in baggage. To all attempts to explain that the cat will not fly alive for 8 hours in baggage and will be in nightmares every night until the end of her life, she replied that she has rules, and she was not going to take responsibility for the 2 extra kg in the aircraft salon.

The number of employees of the airline involved in my request to resolve the issue increased, but the verdict remained the same - the cat in luggage. But as Leonid Romanov said, "Black should be near, bro is not luggage." Having sent the entire delegation of the air carrier in a predetermined direction, he handed them his landing and withdrew from the flight with all baggage and cat.

Next, a strategic decision was made to search for a similar cat of a lower physical mass. Thanks to friends from Riga and Moscow, who actively took part in the search (for which I am infinitely grateful), the mini-victor was found.

A new problem arose - tickets to Vladivostok for the flights of the next day cost 1000-1500 euros. After studying a couple of dozens of options, the only available ticket for bonus points was found, but a day later in the business class. A little envious of the cat, without hesitation, took the business.

After spending the next night in the capital, the cat, a cat-fool and its owners went to the airport. The operation to substitute the fat cat Victor with Fibi's miniature cat was successful - the scales showed the permissible norm, and the airline’s employee kindly issued the landing, wishing a happy flight.

Sitting in the passenger chair, when all the wanderings were left behind, I wanted to call Stuard and looking into the soul to quote the classic "boy, bring us vodka, we fly home."

Got without adventure. With gratitude to everyone who worried about us. "